Chuzheng was in the air and saw Yao Rao with that man, accompanied by Ting Cao and other beasts.
The group didn't head in the same direction as the main force but chose another path.
Chuzheng immediately pursued them.
Being able to fly, she caught up with them quickly.
Chuzheng descended from the air, blocking their path.
Chuzheng was not invisible at this moment, and the group suddenly felt the sky darken as a scarlet figure descended.
It was a bird.
The crimson feathers seemed patterned, with exceedingly long tail feathers that traced a perfect arc in the air, gently falling to the ground like silk.
The feathers on its head were brilliant and colorful, its form perfect and graceful, exuding majesty like a King.
Yao Rao suddenly stopped, forcing Ting Cao and others to halt, with most eyes on Chuzheng, looking curiously.
Yao Rao's heart pounded uncontrollably.
Complex emotions flickered in her eyes.
She...was still alive.
